463: Chapter 452: Master 463: Chapter 452: Master Just as he pushed the door open, he saw Dong Chen, who once had fought fiercely with the ghosts, sipping tea.
When Dong Chen noticed Song Yun entering, he visibly paused and then, with a thud, kneeled on the ground and called out, “Master.”
This sudden gesture left Song Yun completely at a loss.
Damn it, when had he ever taken on a disciple?
He quickly went over to help Dong Chen up, saying, “You can’t call me that, that’s like jinxing me.”
“No, after I saw you fight the ghosts, I wanted to become your disciple.
However, I didn’t see you afterwards.
You must take me as your disciple.”
Seeing Dong Chen kneeling resolutely and refusing to stand, Song Yun’s head started to hurt.
This had to be a joke.
How could he possibly take on a disciple so casually?
Besides, even if he did take on disciples, it would have to wait until his strength reached that level.
“Dong Chen, my friend, why don’t you stand up first?
We can have a good talk about this; there’s no need to be so insistent,” Song Yun said with some difficulty.
“No, if you don’t agree, I won’t stand up.
I have decided to dedicate my life to martial arts.
How could I miss this opportunity when I’ve finally seen someone truly formidable?” Dong Chen said with a determined look in his eyes as he gazed up at Song Yun.
“Hehe, Song Yun, if you really can’t say no, just accept him.
Dong Chen is really obsessed with martial arts,” Xiao Qiang said with schadenfreude from the side.
“You two chat; I’ll go handle the paperwork.”
“If you don’t stand up, don’t blame me for using tough measures.”
“I won’t stand up,” Dong Chen stated determinedly.
After hearing this, Song Yun grabbed Dong Chen’s shoulders with both hands and, with a flick similar to shaking off a piece of clothing, flung Dong Chen onto the couch.
Dong Chen was completely caught off guard by what had just happened, feeling as if he had been swept up by the wind.
Song Yun had forcefully pulled him up; he sat there, dumbfounded on the couch, eyes wide open, mind slightly out of commission.
Although he wasn’t particularly heavy, weighing in at just over 140 pounds, how could Song Yun have lifted him so effortlessly?
This, however, only reinforced his decision to become a disciple.
Song Yun exhaled lightly and sat down on the couch as well, saying, “Actually, I’m not as powerful as you might think.
I just have a bit more strength, that’s all.”
“No, an insider understands the intricacies, while a bystander just enjoys the spectacle.
I saw your match with them, both the speed and strength of your movements were of an infuriatingly precise nature.
Whoever dares to say you’re not formidable, I’ll be the first to disagree,” Dong Chen exclaimed with passion.
“Ah, why are you so stubborn, kid?
There are plenty of people stronger than me in the world.
Why don’t you go and ask them to be your master instead of pestering me?” Song Yun said, looking depressed.
“Because in my eyes, you are enough for me to learn from for a lifetime,” Dong Chen said, his eyes alight.
“Master, I promise not to be a nuisance.
Just teach me a thing or two when you have some spare time.”
“My goodness, why don’t you understand what I mean?” Song Yun said, frustrated.
“My strength really isn’t up to taking on disciples.
Let me tell you a huge secret today.
Those real masters are either hidden in the wilderness or in the city.
For all you know, the greengrocer next door might be a martial arts master.”
“But I can’t just ask every single one, right?
And besides, would a true martial arts master just tell me so easily?” Dong Chen said, slightly disappointed.
From a young age, he was obsessed with martial arts, having dabbled in both Chinese and foreign fighting techniques.
But due to the lack of guidance, he always felt something was off.
After so eagerly seeing Song Yun’s performance during the martial arts competition, he wished to become Song Yun’s disciple, yet Song Yun remained so resistant.
Dong Chen really didn’t know what to do.
“Actually, I should tell you, I’m in the underworld.
Do you still want to be my disciple?” Song Yun said, raising an eyebrow at Dong Chen.
“In the underworld?” Dong Chen swallowed hard and said awkwardly.
“Impossible.
You’re joking with me.
With your skills, you could do anything.
Why choose that?”
“But I am, indeed,” Song Yun whispered.
“Moreover, I’m a leader.
Are you afraid?
If you want to become my disciple, know that the path ahead is not easy.
In our Martial World, the struggles are fierce, with constant life-threatening dangers.”
Hesitation clearly emerged in Dong Chen after hearing this.
The kid should have considered that in today’s harmonious society, not so many life-and-death struggles exist.
Song Yun’s words were probably just to dissuade him from persisting.
“I…
I still have to become your disciple, no matter what you do.
I want you as my master,” Dong Chen said after thinking for a moment and then bringing up the subject again.
Song Yun felt a spontaneous headache.
This was all a joke; he was too busy with his own affairs.
How could he have time to engage in some master-disciple game with Dong Chen?
This was not like playing house, where you could pick up where you left off tomorrow after ending today.
“You should know that the path to learning martial arts is exceedingly grueling, and you may not be able to persevere,” Song Yun stated blandly.
“No matter what obstacles lie ahead, I will definitely persist.
If I give up halfway, may I die with nowhere to lay my body,” Dong Chen said resolutely.
Given Dong Chen’s fervent words, Song Yun couldn’t just keep objecting.
After a moment of hesitation, he said, “If that’s the case, I’ll arrange a place for you to train.
If you can withstand the intensity there, I’ll naturally have someone teach you something useful.”
“You won’t teach me personally?” Dong Chen asked, a bit taken aback.
“You won’t be able to learn my moves,” Song Yun said sentimentally.
Everything he learned was intended for killing.
How could Dong Chen possibly learn that?
“When does the intensive training start?” Dong Chen asked, picking up the teapot beside him, eagerly pouring a cup of tea for Song Yun, and then offering it to him with both hands.
“Anytime.
I told you earlier, I’m from the underworld.
I have four subordinates, and two of them are specifically for training disciples with high combat effectiveness for the gang.
If you can stay there and excel, I’ll consider arranging a stronger master for you.”
“Someone stronger than you?” Dong Chen asked cautiously.
“Are you kidding?
You think masters are just lying around everywhere?” Song Yun said, clearly annoyed.
“They might not be as powerful as me, but their martial arts are something you can learn.
And since you’ve also practiced martial arts before and have some foundation, I believe their techniques could make you stronger.”